Houston Traffic...Ay!

Rule #1...Driving down interstate 10 is not the place to apply your morning makeup. No matter how steady you think your hands are, your wheel is still moving to the right and you are entering MY lane. While drawing on your eyebrows, please put the lid back on your sharpie and finish your makeup once you get to your job at Tammy Happy Ending "Massage" and Nail Parlor and Fish Fry. Thanks

Rule #2...Please do not lay down while driving. I realize that you are tired from your late night of drinking 40's and rolling swishers, but now is not the time to take a nap.

Rule #2...I understand that you are important. I can see how reading the newspaper, talking on the cell phone, smoking and drinking coffee would make for a nice morning ritual. However..please refrain from doing all the above with your hands while your knees are steering the wheel.

If you are guilty of any of the above, look in your rear view mirror..that is me honking at you and flipping you off. Enjoy your morning.

Priorities

....so i went and got the rest of my things from Our apartment. That was fun. Especially when i felt like a stranger in my own home. I also liked how my whole 32 years of living all fit into about 6 boxes and a couple of storage bins. You could tell that i hadn't been there in a couple of weeks. There were dirty clothes piled up on the floor not to mention the sink full of dirty dishes. You could also see that although he had shirked his household duties, he'd managed to take care of himself. All of his party clothes were freshly pressed and starched, just picked up from the cleaners. His boots were polished and sitting out ready to be worn. He even managed to scrape up $175 for a brand new belt and buckle...yet he is always "broke" when his son needs a new pair of shoes or even a haircut. No amount of clothing will be able to hide the person you are inside. Priorities..that's what it all amounts too. Our priorities are not the same. I hope you have fun tonight...maybe you'll be lucky enough to catch chlamydia ...i hope so. I'm having a blast...i'm with the #1 man in my life...our son. Priorities.

P.S. Next Saturday is GIRLS NIGHT OUT....paybacks are a bitch

Because you know you're so HOTT!

okay..so...today is the first day of my diet. Yes..i know..i'm excited too. i got up at 5:30 and by 6am i was starving and had to stop myself from eating my parking tag. If only i'd had some water to swallow it down to keep from choking. I am trying to get myself together. We all know that that will take months..so forgive me if i'm feeling a little overwhelmed. Getting myself together means taking care of ME: emotionally, physically and spiritually. Okay..lets be honest...getting myself together means starving and losing 50lbs so i will be hot again...that's what it comes down to. I want to be hot again..i want to feel like a million bucks. I want to go to a club and have the guys look at me..not past me. I want to feel good about myself and my body...like i used to...before the baby(who is now almost 5 btw). It's time to make a change..starting with me. So..here's to day ONE...i'm hungry and have a splitting migraine from not having any sugar. Excuse the crunching noise...this broccoli is just fabulous. Tastes like chocolate cake. This is fun already.

Walk 5 minutes in my shoes...i dare you

A relative of mine recently felt the need to personally attack my abilities as a woman and as a mother. I'm not mentioning names, so don't ask. It was during the hurricane and we were all cramped together for days with very little food, no electricity and an active 4 year old. Regardless of the situation, that does not give you a free pass to say whatever you want to whomever you want in front of everyone...especially my son that looks up to me. I felt very degraded and worthless, because of your snide and hateful comment. Have i ever treated you the way that you treated me? Have i ever called you names or tried to embarrass you in front of the person you love the most? The answer is no. I don't appreciate you judging me. Although we are related...you don't know me at all. You only see what i allow you to see. You have not walked in my shoes so you have no right to an opinion of me. I realize that you are young and immature..that's understandable. But you really need to think before you speak and hold your tongue. Some times people say things that can be forgiven, but never forgotten. This is one of those times.

Bite me Ike!

So..we survived hurricane Ike with minor damages. We are one of the lucky ones to have electricity and water...we are blessed. What i don't understand is how a "father" can go a week without talking to his son..especially knowing that there is a hurricane. Oh..that's right..he's in San Marcos where its sunny. Bite me.

Home..

I grew up in the country. Or at least that's what the city folks call it. If you look at the map, it's called Mont Belvieu, but if you live here, we call it Barbers Hill. My dad works at Exxon and my mom is a homemaker. I love my parents. What's magical is that..after almost 35 years, they are still married TO EACH OTHER! Almost impossible for everyone, unfortunately myself included. But somehow they've done it. It works. My sister and i had a good life growing up. My dad worked hard and mom took care of us. By the time i was three, we had our home built. It is not a house. I call it home because there was so much love here growing up. It is a place where mom is always cooking and dad is watching t.v., but they are ALWAYS here. I am always welcome there. The door is always open. I'm always amazed when i walk thru the splintered oak door...my troubles melt away. I am safe again. I am a child. No responsibilities and no worries. Like i don't have the weight of the world on my shoulders. Like my life isn't falling apart right in front of my eyes. All because of the love that my parents created in our home. Our shelter. Thank you mom and dad.

Conversation heard outside the Courthouse...

Defendant is talking on the phone to her "MOMMA"

"...and den that pig didn't think i was funny no more. he tookted me out tha courtroom and cuffed me. He clickted dem hoes tight. i having sores now"

its okay to laugh..i did.

One day at a time...

Remember yesterday when i said i wasn't angry..well i was saving that for today. Today i am angry. Angry that i have a headache again. Angry that my life didn't turn out how i planned. I wanted the fairy tale and i don't mean the super-rich doctor with the sports car and hair plugs that is willing to supply me with an unending amount of plastic surgery. I mean MY fairytale. You know, the one you come up with when you're a little girl. Where you are a wife and a mother and you actually enjoy cleaning house and cooking for your family. The one where you take vacations together and have all of these fabulous pictures to show your friends. The one where, as a couple, you can always make each other laugh and you can't wait to see each other at the end of the day. That was my fairytale. Didn't get it and NOT getting it in my current situation. I've come to the conclusion that YOU have to make your OWN fairytale. Don't depend on anyone else to make you happy. So ladies, color your hair, get your nails done, buy a new blouse and get YOURSELF together. Grab your best girlfriend and go out on the town or just go shopping at Walmart.Become the person that YOU want to be...the person that you want to be for your child. Become someone's hero. You can get it together...one day at a time. Starting with today...

Peace of Mind

I am ready to live MY life. i need a little sunshine and it looks like the clouds are rolling away. Sometimes as women, we tend to "put up" with things or situations in order to keep the peace. Well..i'm done keeping the peace. i am finished with keeping my mouth shut in order to make someone else happy. I am not going to be put on the backburner, while everyone else is out fulfilling their dreams. I've had enough. Sorry..you all caught me on a bad day. I'm not angry, just tired. I'm moving on.....i'll keep you updated.